Darkmoon Vale is a region in northwest Andoran. It's northern border is made up by Droskar's Crag on the northwestern edge, and continues with the Five King's mountain range extending eastword. Just south of these mountain is Darkmoon Wood, which make up the northern part of the Vale. This region thrives on it's supply of lumber, especially of the Darkwood type, and the Lumber Consortium's main camp lies on the southern edge of the Woods. Wolves and werewolves are common in the region of Darkmoon Vale, and dark fey are known to prey on lumberers and residents.
The depressed town of Falcon's Hollow is several miles south of the Woods, settled on the northern bank of the River Foam,which runs from northwest, just south of Droskar's Crag, all the way to the east of the Vale. Here in Falcon's Hollow, the Lumber Consortium owns every residence and building, and the people living in the town pay high taxes to live and do business. The town is run by the cruel Thuldrin Kreed, the gavel (local leader) of the Lumber Consotium, his number one enforcer, Payden "Pay Day" Teedum, and a handful of other thugs. Sheriff Daeldrin Baleson and his group of deputies stand in opposition to Kreed.
Arthell Forest sits on the southwest corner of Darkmoon Vale. The large merchant town of Olfden is just to the east of Arthell Forest, while Piren's Bluff is on it's west. A Pathfinder Society base of operations is run in Olfden by Luna Aldred.
Wolfrun Hills is a distance east of Falcon's Hollow, making up the eastern border of Darkmoon Vale.
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Perched at the edge of civilized lands, the small town of Falcon's Hollow as always had to rely on itself to solve its problems. Meanwhile, the uncaring lumber barons squeeze the commonfold for every last copper, deaf to their pleas. Now the hacking coughs are heard throughout town. Te plague has come to Falcon's Hollow and the town's leaders can't be bothered to stop it.
The plague is has become known as 'blackscour taint'. Lady Cirthana of Iomedae is the only cleric in town who's shown any interest in stopping the plague, and she's been unable to cure the disease. Most townsfolk have looked to the local herbalist Laurel for aid, and it's her shop that the adventurers have been directed to.
Creeping ivy and full window boxes cover the facade of the rugged-looking, two-story shop bearing the faded sign, "Roots and Remedies." A line of twenty-some somber townsfolk - some with pale, wheezing children, others seeming to be precipitously near tears - stretches from the open door.